There ‘s an eye on the door
Where good luck is left hanging
Among the pictures in frames
Time is left still standing
In the cinnamon sun
With the high speed traffic rushing
When all is over and done
I will come home running
running to you
Things will change anyway
At least that ‘s what he ‘s hoping
In the taxi asleep
With his mouth wide open
In the cinnamon sun
With the high speed traffic rushing
When its all over and done
I will come home rushing to you
I don’t understand it
What brings me to you
But all I see
Is all I need
I Fall into the blue
In the cinnamon sun
Where my hope is hanging
When its all over and done
I will come home to you
Μην ανοίγεις το φως
Μοιάζει ήλιος στο ταβάνι
Κι αν δε ζήσουμε αλλιώς
Το να ζούμε μαζί μου φτάνει
Behind the noise
I fall into the Blue
Behind the noise I fall into the Blue
Behind the noise I fall into the Blue
